❝Hm?❞ He’s asking how to help clean up? ❝Just pick up my combs, scissors, stool and that and walk them to my house with me? You don’t have to by any means, but it’d certainly help me out.❞ The elder gave an embarrassed chuckle, eyebrows raising as he smiled.
While invisible to most of the population, the stranger was easy to spot for a panicked hairdresser in need. He was desperate, concentrating enough to bring the boy into view.
✼I, uh, I-I guess, I guess I could.. help?✼ This had never happened before. The younger boy was in foreign territory and he was unsure of what to do. His instincts told him to run, to sprint into the busier city, but he was so caught up in the shock of the situation that he had.. agreed? He cautiously approached the older man and bent down to pick up some his things.
